For all of the lonely children
Playing on their own...

Two years of crying
Each day filled with pain...

Who is the little girl
That absorbs all the lies...

This poem is for an angel
The cutest baby girl...

She lays there dying
At the age of twenty-two...

It's hard to imagine
A life with ease...

Where's God?
When I have fallen...

A little boy lay on a hospital bed
His heart is much too weak...

People are cruel
Why do they stare...

That night we had fought
And said a lot of stuff...

It's hard to describe this feeling
I've never had before...

Twas the night before Christmas
When all through the house...